After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 194 - You’re Courting Death.

“He Ange, I never realized you were this despicable before.”

As they left Minister Nanshan’s palace, Yuan Yi glanced at He Ange with a strange expression, tinged with curiosity.

Earlier, Feng Yuan had been furious over He Ange’s “death,” prompting Yuan Yi to reevaluate him. She hadn’t expected Feng Yuan to care so much about He Ange. Only tonight did she realize that the once frail and easily bullied boy had such a terrifying side.

His tactics were ruthless—writing a letter in “He Ange’s” name to lure An Luo Yi into the wilderness, then conspiring with Li Nanshan and other elder ministers to set a trap...

He Ange’s cunning was so extreme that even Yuan Yi felt pity for the unsuspecting An Luo Yi.

“Sister Yuan Yi, I’m merely recruiting talent for Master. The Destined Heroine embodies immense fortune. If the True Dragon Empress gains her loyalty and strengthens the righteous path, all evil will be doomed.”

“Therefore, pushing Dragon Dynasty’s ministers to drive An Luo Yi to desperation is necessary... I’ll gradually sow discord between her and Dragon Dynasty. When the time is right, it’ll be the perfect opportunity for our Spirit Phoenix Sect to win her over.”

“So, Sister Yuan Yi, to gain another loyal follower for our Master, I’ll need your help in capturing the Destined Heroine~”

Under the moonlight, He Ange spoke earnestly, his face reflecting his devotion to Master Feng Yuan and respect for Yuan Yi.

Though he appeared devious before Li Nanshan and others, he remained sweet-tongued with Yuan Yi—calling her “sister” and making her blush with delight.

She smiled playfully, her phoenix eyes glinting:

“Don’t worry—with me here, capturing a Nascent Soul stage Destined Heroine is a piece of cake.”

“Hmm...”

He Ange’s voice carried a hint of concern.

Yuan Yi noticed this detail with her sharp eyes. She knew what worried him but feigned indifference:

“It’s a rare chance—since we’re pushing the Destined Heroine to her limits, why not let Brother Ange witness my methods of handling captives in three days?”

“Uh, isn’t that a bit much...”

He Ange frowned—unable to hide his unease.

Capturing An Luo Yi was his idea—but Yuan Yi was a semi-divine at Heavenly God level—nearly three realms above An Luo Yi. If she decided to harm An Luo Yi, He Ange might not be able to stop her.

He worried that as a cultist, Yuan Yi might lose control and hurt his senior sister...

He couldn’t bear the thought.

“Oh? Feeling protective? Afraid I’ll turn your senior sister into a bridal puppet?”

The moonlit maiden floated up on silver threads—perching on He Ange’s shoulder—her laughter playful.

She lifted his chin with alabaster fingers—relishing his anxious expression.

“So cute~”

She tilted her head—smiling elegantly.

This was more like it.

Earlier, He Ange had been too assertive before the ministers—almost making Yuan Yi forget how easily bullied he was.

“Sister Yuan Yi, please don’t tease me... You know how it is.”

He Ange smiled wryly—helplessly.

What could he do?

In public, Yuan Yi was quiet and gentle—following He Ange like a protector.

But privately,

She outranked him—a semi-divine walking among mortals—free to do as she pleased. He had no choice but to comply.

“Hmm~ Brother Ange is quite perceptive~”

Perched on his shoulder,

Yuan Yi resembled an exquisite doll—cradling his face with appreciation and affection.

This affection wasn’t personal—it was like admiring a beautiful object—cherishing it dearly.

“If you dress as a girl for me to play with as a doll—I promise to go easy on the Destined Heroine—not harming her at all while subduing her~”

“Otherwise—lightly broken bones—or a thousand needles piercing flesh.”

Under moonlight,

He Ange looked up—meeting the mischievous gaze of the silver-winged maiden—a bitter smile on his face.

As a cultist,

Yuan Yi always meant business.

Before he could respond,

The silver-winged maiden grinned slyly:

“And tell me—how did you win over such a proud Destined Heroine? How many times have you taken advantage of her?”

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“If you tell me—I’ll go easy on her.”

“Alright~”

...

...

Zongshan Plains – Northern Snow Ridge

On a snowy mountaintop,

A young girl with blue and red hair crouched—her head covered in snow like a little bird statue wearing a white hat.

Xuanque had been waiting here for over seven days and nights.

Since the battle at Zongshan Plains ended—all abyssal apostles had retreated—but Xuanque remained behind. She didn’t know the way—and without He Ange leading her—she dared not venture into the abyss alone to find Feng Yuan.

Now,

Xuanque resembled...

A lost child standing in place after being separated from their parents—

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

From the void,

A tall figure in moon-white robes emerged—

Approaching with gentle affection as he patted her head—

His voice filled with guilt—

——?!

Xuanque widened her eyes in disbelief—

Turning around to see the white-robed youth who promised to take her home—

“Lord Ange!!!”

“Waaah... I thought—I thought Lord Ange abandoned me too! Waaah...”

Clinging to He Ange’s leg like a sloth—

She sobbed uncontrollably—like a frightened child—

It was hard to imagine Xuanque as a peak Divine Transformation powerhouse—a cultist of Spirit Phoenix Sect—

“I wanted to come back sooner—but something unexpected happened with Master—that’s why I was delayed.”

He Ange sighed helplessly—

Firstly,

He hadn’t expected Feng Yuan to delay his resurrection for seven days—and then be so angry afterward—

Secondly,

He hadn’t anticipated that during his “death,” neither Yuan Yi nor He Yan remembered to bring Xuanque home—even Feng Yuan hadn’t mentioned her!

The term “invisible person” seemed fitting—

He wondered what Xuanque’s rank was in Feng Yuan’s eyes—

Despite being a peak Divine Transformation follower—not as prominent as Yuan Yi or Crane Yan—but surely not forgotten in Sakura Sea Secret Realm...

“Alright alright—stop crying—I know you’ve been wronged.”

Patting her head and wiping away tears—

He Ange coaxed Xuanque like a child—taking her hand—

“Let’s go—I’ll take you back to see Master.”

“Mm!”

...

...

Fox Tribe Secret Realm – Sakura Moon Forbidden Zone

On the vast peachwood plains,

Two nine-tailed fox silhouettes clashed under moonlight—the white fox saint wielding a moon-white demon blade with terrifying killing intent—slicing mountains apart with half-moon slashes—

Opposing her,

The red fox girl exuded an aura of malevolence—her petite form enveloped by demonic energy—a pink mark glowing on her abdomen beneath her kimono skirt—enhancing her nine tails to their peak limit—their blades capable of devastating destruction—

In just one month,

Xia Ranyue reached peak Core Formation—but hadn’t yet reached her destiny’s limit—

Currently,

She sought advancement to Nascent Soul stage—and according to heavenly guidance—that required defeating her sister Xia Ziyue—a childhood dream and obsession—

This marked Xia Ranyue’s ninth challenge against her sister—

During this time,

Xia Ziyue hadn’t stagnated either—sacrificing countless celestial hearts harvested from Sakura Sea Secret Realm—reaching peak Divine Transformation—a level higher than when she last parted ways with He Ange—

Teaching her sister required little effort from Xia Ziyue—

Fwoosh!

Another half-moon slash narrowly missed Xia Ranyue—who vanished into thin air—her nine black-red tails transforming into spears attacking from all directions—

Xia Ziyue remained composed—

Though slightly bored as she remarked:

“Ranyue, have you heard—a core disciple died at Shengxu Sect recently...”

“I’m not interested.”

Across from her,

The red fox girl answered coldly—immersed in battle—indifferent to worldly matters—

Seeing this,

Xia Ziyue raised an eyebrow helplessly—

Her sister had been like this for a month—leaving Xia Ziyue somewhat bored—

“What if that core disciple was named He Ange?”

Halting their fight—the white fox saint planted her demon blade before her—a playful smile tugging at her lips—

Xia Ranyue froze—a flicker of emotion crossing her otherwise stoic face—

But only briefly—

Quickly regaining icy determination—

“He Ange wouldn’t die.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Intuition.”

“...”

Xia Ziyue was speechless—

The red fox girl turned away—biting her lip:

“He promised—to come for me in two months.”

“You believe men’s words?”

“My foolish sister is as naive as ever.”

The white fox saint chuckled coldly—narrowing her enchanting eyes with mixed emotions—

Truthfully,

Xia Ziyue didn’t believe rumors of He Ange’s death either—for she’d witnessed how he subdued guardian deity Xuanque—and experienced his mastery over Abyssal Pearl—knowing who backed him—

As an inheritor of abyssal phoenix bloodline—how could he die easily at Shengxu Sect?

Yet she hadn’t expected Xia Ranyue’s purity—to trust He Ange’s survival based solely on a promise—such innocence worried Xia Ziyue about her sister’s gullibility—

Fwoosh!

As thoughts of He Ange distracted Xia Ziyue—a black-red shadow lunged from the void beside her—

Danger!

Boom!

In crisis—the white fox saint deflected with her tails—but only blocked seven black-red tails—the remaining two vanished!

“Sister—you left an opening.”

The girl’s cold voice came from behind—a startled Xia Ziyue turned too late—

Fwoosh! Fwoosh!

Two tails pierced through the white fox saint’s abdomen—their ferocity lifting Xia Ziyue skyward—suspended mid-air—

Blood dripped down Xia Ranyue’s face—staining it with fierce elegance—

“Xia Ranyue—you’re not afraid of killing your sister?”

Impaled by bloody holes—the white fox saint grimaced angrily—her enchanting eyes seething with cold fury—

Xia Ranyue remained silent—

In an instant,

More red tails aimed at the white fox saint without mercy—

Illusion Art: Flower Substitution!

In crisis,

Xia Ziyue vanished through illusionary arts—reappearing unharmed behind Xia Ranyue—pinning her disobedient sister face-down into submission—

“Silly sister—you really wanted to kill me?” Xia Ziyue scolded angrily—

“Sister—you taught me not to pity enemies.”

But the girl replied coldly without remorse—

Facing Xia Ziyue’s shock—she continued calmly:

“And when sparring—you showed no mercy despite my injuries.”

“Tsk...”

The white fox saint raised an eyebrow—unable to retort convincingly—

She paused—a month ago this crybaby sister had grown up enough to severely injure Xia Ziyue in battle—

Reflecting on it,

Xia Ziyue marveled at how effective He Ange’s mark had been on Xia Ranyue—a month of training yielded such strength of heart—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly,

The red fox girl’s abdominal mark glowed anew—abyssal energy erupting from within like an overload reaching skyward—

“This is Nascent Soul breakthrough?” Xia Ziyue gaped in disbelief—

“It seems heaven deemed I defeated you...”

Xia Ranyue chuckled coldly—propping herself up despite being pinned by the fox saint—

Her lips stained black with blood—but her pink eyes reflected madness—a nearly pathological evil battle intent!

Even seasoned Xia Ziyue shivered at this gaze—

She worried that relentless bloodshed would drive Xia Ranyue insane under He Ange’s influence...

“Sister—I feel endless power within me now—train with me once more!”

“When He Ange comes next month—I’ll surprise Master!”

“——Master?” The white fox saint raised an eyebrow.

...

On a dark windy night—in remote wilderness—

A silver-haired celestial maiden arrived by sword flight—heading towards a peach tree by the cliffside.

Clutched tightly in her hand was a yellow parchment scroll.

Tonight marked when He Ange and An Luo Yi agreed to meet according to the letter.

The letter claimed He Ange survived—that due to circumstances—they could only meet privately here—and warned An Luo Yi not to tell anyone else about him.

An Luo Yi wasn’t foolish—she knew something was amiss—a trap lay within.

Yet coming might risk only life—not coming might lead lifelong regret.

So anxiously she came anyway.

Formation Art: Puppet Strings!

As An Luo Yi approached the peach tree by the cliff—in an instant—the barrier activated sealing off ten miles of space without gaps.

Under yellow-white moonlight—from behind the tree emerged a moonlit maiden wearing an eerie mask.

“Hehehe~”

“As expected of Dragon Dynasty ministers—a clever plan—to lure the Destined Heroine here with just one letter~”

The girl chuckled softly—invisibly pinning blame for the letter on Dragon Dynasty ministers.

Realizing she’d been deceived—the silver-haired celestial maiden’s face darkened—her cold eyes promising death by a thousand cuts.

Deceiving her was one thing.

But using He Ange’s death against her...

“You’re courting death.”